Mobb Deep, Baghira - Hell on Earth (Remix) lyrics
[Mobb Deep, Baghira - Hell on Earth Remix lyrics]
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first, Blood
Be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do jux
Rush the doors here come the D's
Time to make breeze and gun toss
In full force
My team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up
We lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
Niggas pop shit yo, nigga Noyd
What's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
'96 strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right, my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sending kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked
Finish 'em off well done meat
Then send 22 slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose next are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours
It's all love milli stacked down
Heavenly guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up
See how my foul now
Articulate, hittin' body parts to
Start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant, it's the rap game unlimited
Sign my roster, we can do this
Forever infinite then reminisce
20 years later how we was gettin' it
Either with me, go against the grain
You better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me
Niggas better body me
‘Cause it's a small world
And niggas talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches
Pointin' you out in pictures
‘Cause she rep the QBC faithfully
Playa hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
More the better
Then concentrate on gettin' cheddar
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
I told you
Shape and mold you, son you, then I hold you
Like a pimp, mind-control you
Double-edge blow you
It'll be I like I'm supposed to
The clique is coastal
International, you local Bacardi
Mix physically fix
Hit you with shit that'll leave
A loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
Pulled him in my world then
Evolved him to chaos walk the beat like
Around the way cops the average pit'stop
QB City Godfather Pt I I I, Gotti
Gambino and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace!
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose next are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Yo, the heavy metal king
Hold big shit with spare clips
You see an eclipse when the MAC spit
Your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes
Close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
‘Cause deep in the abyss is street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child
Kicko turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power
Leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap
Niggas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in
Your mouth like Guinness
POW niggas is found MIA
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me, you must be bent, G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long
It needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so
Long ‘cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth
So you could taste it quiet as kept
I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs
Claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what Black
Here's the issue, it's a package deal
You rob me
You take these missiles along with that
I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
And that's that whatever it takes, however
It gots to go down four mics on stage
A motherfuckin' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas
Leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less
The God gon' get his
Regardless blow for blow
Let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself
See if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point, never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence
From which I emerged p is sick
So save that bullshit for the birds
Live up to my word, if I got beef
Niggas comin' in herds
We flush through, your clique get purged
I draw first, Blood
Be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do jux
Rush the doors here come the D's
Time to make breeze and gun toss
In full force
My team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up
We lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
Niggas pop shit yo, nigga Noyd
What's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
'96 strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right, my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sending kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked
Finish 'em off well done meat
Then send 22 slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose next are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours
It's all love milli stacked down
Heavenly guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up
See how my foul now
Articulate, hittin' body parts to
Start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant, it's the rap game unlimited
Sign my roster, we can do this
Forever infinite then reminisce
20 years later how we was gettin' it
Either with me, go against the grain
You better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me
Niggas better body me
‘Cause it's a small world
And niggas talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches
Pointin' you out in pictures
‘Cause she rep the QBC faithfully
Playa hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
More the better
Then concentrate on gettin' cheddar
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
I told you
Shape and mold you, son you, then I hold you
Like a pimp, mind-control you
Double-edge blow you
It'll be I like I'm supposed to
The clique is coastal
International, you local Bacardi
Mix physically fix
Hit you with shit that'll leave
A loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
Pulled him in my world then
Evolved him to chaos walk the beat like
Around the way cops the average pit'stop
QB City Godfather Pt I I I, Gotti
Gambino and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace!
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose next are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Yo, the heavy metal king
Hold big shit with spare clips
You see an eclipse when the MAC spit
Your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes
Close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
‘Cause deep in the abyss is street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child
Kicko turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power
Leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap
Niggas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in
Your mouth like Guinness
POW niggas is found MIA
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me, you must be bent, G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long
It needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so
Long ‘cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth
So you could taste it quiet as kept
I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs
Claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what Black
Here's the issue, it's a package deal
You rob me
You take these missiles along with that
I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
And that's that whatever it takes, however
It gots to go down four mics on stage
A motherfuckin' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas
Leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less
The God gon' get his
Regardless blow for blow
Let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself
See if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point, never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence
From which I emerged p is sick
So save that bullshit for the birds
Live up to my word, if I got beef
Niggas comin' in herds
We flush through, your clique get purged
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